Volume One, Chapter 30: Xiao Shui, Do You Want Me?
From the back seat came the faint rustling sound of fabric brushing against fabric.
Xiao Yuan in the driver’s seat was making a great effort to minimize his presence.
In a haze, Wen Yang propped his hand on the nearby seat and, using it for support, wobbled as he got up.
But Wang Jie was not satisfied with Zong Dan’s mere faint pattern, thinking it would surely disappoint Lei Zihao. With a new idea, Wang Jie decided to upgrade Zong Dan’s pattern, enhancing the markings.
“Thrust!” With a sharp motion, Wutuo’s spear plunged fiercely into the water, piercing an enemy’s crown chakra as if striking rotten wood.
Wang Jie snorted angrily at the thought. “Some unclaimed things still dare to challenge the heavens.” His mind stirred, and he focused his spiritual energy encircling his dantian.
Hong Dou’s anger surged as he accelerated toward Long Fei, throwing a punch while his right leg tensed subtly.
I had grown accustomed to his disregard and didn’t take it to heart. Returning to the room, sleepiness overwhelmed me. The moment my body touched the bed, I immediately drifted into slumber.
Liu Moyan bit Duan Jinrui’s earlobe, her voice tinged with curious whispers, though her eyes glimmered coldly.
“You can’t take back your words once spoken. Prepare to pay the price,” Ye Feng said before pulling out his phone and dialing.
“Ma Yun, do you really think this worthless chunk of metal can trap me? How naive!” Ye Feng sneered, his entire body bursting with golden light.
“Foolish wretch,” the alien tribe leader smiled darkly, his twin wings flickering suddenly. His figure flickered again, leaving behind an afterimage as he charged fiercely at the incoming Sky Wolf.
Although Mu Haiye was not a soldier, he was, after all, the brother of two generals and often mingled in the business world—he knew well whether anyone was tailing him.
After all, as mentioned earlier, the Demon Flower Clan was arranged by a great power of the demon realm to reside in the land of Fan’an, all for the sake of the Nine Extreme Sword Formation.
Days later, Sheng Bao Guo returned to Zhuxi Village with his wife and children. Their rare family visit drew much attention at the village entrance.
“Stop... stop hitting, I’m not my own father!” Hong Feng was utterly frightened, his speech slurred and incoherent.
Apart from creating some replicas to showcase the intelligence of the beings from that place, no other progress could be made.
At this, Kong Kong Mie’s face suddenly brightened with a hint of joy as he looked down at Fan’an, which seemed smaller than he had imagined.
His dizzy eyes caught sight of the ethereal master before him, who, with a pair of azure wings, embraced his sleeve and began to sob softly.
Qi Liaoliao sighed, “I sincerely apologize for any misunderstanding, Your Highness, but it was never my intention to draw your attention initially.”
Qin Wan clenched the grenade tightly. Two virtual figures marked by black dots were running toward her. Estimating their speed roughly, she suddenly hurled the grenade forward.
Qin Wan’s hand gripping the chair ached painfully from inertia. Others on the bus toppled helplessly in all directions, losing all composure. Only Qin Wan gritted her teeth, maintaining her initial stance.
“A boyfriend who doesn’t want to be a husband is no good boyfriend.” Having just been officially acknowledged less than two days ago, Xie Zhen couldn’t resist the urge to strive upward relentlessly.
He wasn’t afraid someone would snatch A Chi away, but he dreaded the silent, hidden rival who tirelessly worked behind the scenes for A Chi.
Even in defense, Xu Fan was barely able to hold his ground. As the Sky Wolf charged, Xu Fan only had time to instantaneously raise both hands, shielding his chest.
“The way of Heaven, the principle of all things! The mysterious phoenix flutters swiftly, white awe hesitates, fragrance mingles with blossoming elegance, the flowing light dazzles the cloudy path, the mighty dragon reins the long bridle, immortal beings support one another.”